There's Many A Man Hath More Hair

Reputation Is An Idle And Most False Imposition; Oft Got Without Merit, And Lost Without Deserving.

I Am Not Of That Feather, To Shake Off My Friend When He Must Need Me

The Words Of Mercury Are Harsh After The Songs Of Apollo.

All Pity Choked With Custom Of Fell Deeds.

On Pain Of Death, No Person Be So Bold.